I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

Chapter 886: Secret Base

Chapter 886: Secret Base

To my surprise, after school, the person who took me to the secret place where Su Qiao was imprisoned was the personal bodyguard assigned to me by Ai ShuQiao, Mr. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

He jumped out from between the two buildings when I passed by the entrance of the massage parlor again and startled me. I thought it was Zhuang Ni who had come to assassinate me again.

“Kid, come with me.”

He had a hoarse voice that didn’t sound very human.

After hearing his terrifying voice, I calmed down and began to take a look at his body. He was an Asian man in his twenties with a build similar to mine. He was probably slightly taller than me, which also made him appear to be slightly skinny. He was dressed in a dark-colored outfit that kind of resembled the secret service. Although he didn’t stand very gracefully, his appearance revealed a cold-blooded killer temperament.

I’ve seen those eyes before. On that moonlit night when Zhuang Ni almost strangled me to death, what I saw when I looked up on the roof were those eyes that seemed to be filled with mockery.

At this moment, his eyes contained anger that came from nowhere and made him seem dangerous. I already knew his identity, but any stranger on the street would feel the same when they stare at him and feel chills run down their spine.

This guy was really a ninja.

Because the lower half of his face was covered.

If strangers who were stared at him angrily on the street probably wouldn’t think that he covered his face to cosplay as Kakashi from Naruto.

His face was disfigured from the eyes down.

I could see traces of scalds or burns from around the edges of the collar, perhaps it was caused by corrosive liquids. I wasn’t an expert in this field, but I’m afraid that it wasn’t suitable for him to reveal his face.

Judging based on his eyes and forehead, he might have been a pretty handsome man before he was disfigured. I don’t know what accident led to his current state, but even his voice was in tatters.

He stood across from me, but he didn’t have to lower his voice to speak, because his voice was already very quiet. The people who came in and out of the massage parlor saw me, a person with a killer’s face, and a disfigured masked man standing together, so they probably thought we were planning a bank heist. They were afraid of getting into trouble, so they all kept their distance.

The other person’s appearance and temperament intimidated me to a certain extent, but I forced myself to calm down and asked:

“Who are you and where are you taking me?”

He replied in a voice so hoarse that it made your heart skip a beat: “I’m your bodyguard, and I’ve been ordered to take you to meet someone.”

The massage parlor incited some emotions from within me and I pointed to the narrow alley next to it, “Since you’re my bodyguard, why didn’t you save me when I was ambushed here a few days ago?”

“You wanted me to save you?” He had a look of contempt in his eyes, “At that time, you weren’t in a desperate situation where you couldn’t make a comeback. If I saved you, it would only encourage you to depend on me. It means that I’ll have to intervene if a similar situation occurs in the future… it would be too troublesome for me.”

What kind of bodyguard are you? You’re not going to save the person you need to protect simply because you find it too troublesome? Does Ai ShuQiao know what you’re doing?

The strange disfigured ninja refused to do a detailed self-introduction. He asked me to just call him ‘Kamakura’. Apparently, that’s his code name in the organization.

Kamakura, doesn’t that refer to the Kamakura period in Japan? It’s said that ninjas only began to appear after the Kamakura period. Maybe it’s because you look so much like a ninja, so other people in the organization gave you that nickname, right? It’s a nickname rather than a code name, right?

Kamakura spoke Chinese fluently, so he might not necessarily be Japanese, but his broken voice made it impossible for me to identify his regional accent.

Twenty minutes later, I sat on a military-style jeep and was taken to the outskirts of Dong Shan City.

The night breeze was a bit cold, but I didn’t ask Kamakura to close the window, because I had to judge where we were driving to by the sounds and even smells coming from outside.

The reason why I could only rely on my sense of hearing and smell was naturally because my vision was blocked. Kamakura made me wear a blindfold and threatened me that if he found me pulling down the blindfold in the rearview mirror, he would immediately stop the car and today’s visit to Su Qiao will be cancelled.

It felt like the bodyguard had a little too much authority, and it seemed like he wanted to kill me more than protect me. When I had objections to wearing an eye patch, he took out a miniature crossbow from his tactical belt bag without saying a word and told me that if I didn’t put on the blindfold within ten seconds, he would pull the trigger.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

“Hey, you didn’t even give me the blindfold.”

Kamakura snorted, took out a black blindfold from his tactical belt with his other hand, and threw it to me.

Since there was a guy holding the steering wheel in his left hand and holding a miniature crossbow in his right hand, I didn’t dare to take off my blindfold, for fear that he would really shoot a crossbow bolt at me.

Kamakura’s slightly squinty eyes were firm and did not give in at all, which made it difficult for people to perceive his threats as a joke.

After I put on the blindfold, I could still tell that the jeep was driving to the suburbs because the road conditions were getting worse and bumpier, and there were fewer and fewer vehicles passing by. I could no longer hear the noises of a city and the air in my nostrils was getting fresher and fresher, to the point where I could even smell the scent of fresh grass.

The smell of grass suddenly disappeared and my surroundings became extremely quiet. It felt like the jeep was descending as if it was driving into an underground parking lot of a supermarket.

Of course there were no supermarkets in the middle of nowhere. The jeep drove in an underground tunnel for five minutes before it finally stopped and the engine was turned off.

Kamakura pulled me out of the back seat rather roughly, without taking off my blindfold, and led me into a passage with a metal floor.

After walking about ten steps, I heard the sound of the electronic door closing behind me. Kamakura then pushed me forward and told me that I could take off my blindfold.

The fluorescent tube lights installed on both sides of the ceiling extended into the distance like railroad tracks. It took me two minutes to adapt to the brightness.

Let me tell you, not only was the floor made of metal, but the ceiling and walls were also made of metal. No matter how you looked at it, this place looked like a military base to that would withstand nuclear weapon attacks.

Why was Su Qiao being imprisoned here? Why was there such a facility in the suburbs of Dong Shan City?

I could see various cables of different colors and thicknesses through the gaps in the ceiling. Every fifteen steps, I would see a set of security cameras, a set of fire sprinklers, and a set of air purification devices.

I glanced back, but I couldn’t see anything outside the building. As soon as Kamakura and I walked in, a heavy metal door cut off the path behind us.

As we walked down the silent metal passage, it felt like the end of the world and this was the fortress that held the last few humans.

I cast a doubtful glance at Kamakura, but judging from his appearance, he didn’t intend to give me any explanations.

Soon, rooms with numbers appeared on both sides of the passage, from 001 to 012. The room numbers were marked on the heavy metal doors, which reminded me of prison cells.

“It’s right here, go in and wait.”

Kamakura’s hoarse voice rang in my ears again as I approached the door of room 013. He opened the door for me, and when I hesitated, he kicked me inside.

Damn, this bodyguard was way too violent. Just you wait, I’ll definitely give you a good beating once I recover from my heart problems. According to Xiao Qin’s estimation, it required the combined efforts of Xiao Qin and me to defeat you, so I’ll let you off for the time being.

Surprisingly, the inside of room 013 didn’t look like the outside and it was not a prison cell, but a finely decorated European-style study room. Although it was only about 200 square feet, it had mahogany bookshelves, couches, and coffee tables. There was even a fireplace in the wall that I didn’t know if it could be used or not.

I sat in the middle of the sofa, picked up a bottle of mineral water with English written on it and drank it.

I don’t think the mineral water would have been tampered with since Ai ShuQiao wouldn’t even let me drink alcohol. She was doing everything possible to keep the chemical substances in my body stable. And for some unknown reason, she didn’t imprison me and draw my blood every day, which was why I dared to come here alone with Kamakura.

Kamakura told me to wait in the room. He closed the door himself and left. The heavy metal door was extremely soundproof. As soon as he closed the door, I couldn’t even hear his footsteps outside.

It looked like he was bringing Su Qiao over to meet me. I should try my best to figure out where I was while waiting.

After making up my mind, I took out my phone and started Google Maps, but satellite positioning wasn’t available.

I should have known that an all-metal building could block phone signals. I couldn’t even make emergency calls to the police.

However, I didn’t give up. I used my phone to take pictures of this room, hoping to find some clues from the photos later.

Originally, I wanted to shake my phone vigorously and switch it to backdoor mode to see if Professor Bai and the others could do anything about it. I then remembered I had no signal at all, so no matter how great Happy Science was, there was no way they could remotely monitor a phone that had no signal.

Speaking of which, I switched my phone to the backdoor mode and ran the ‘Heartbeat Q&A’ app yesterday and today.

I said to the virtual Gong CaiCai: “Your bust size is 79, right? Although it’s bigger now, but it used to be 79.”

I thought I would get an answer like “How did you know?”, but ‘Heartbeat Q&A’ actually told me that I couldn’t ask two questions at once, so the question was invalid.

I was very hurt, so I asked the virtual Gong CaiCai the same question again this morning. After changing one of the question marks to a period, I finally got an answer.

“Ye Lin, how do you know? Did you… did you measure it with your hands when we were at Cui Song Mountain?”

I had to admit that Professor Bai’s idea of ??using the calculation program very interesting and I was a little addicted to it.

Not long after I sat on the sofa in room 013, the heavy metal door was opened once again.